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luck held； and for the rest of that day they met no living or moving thing； and when night fell they
vanished into the darkness of Mordor。 All the land now brooded as at the ing of a great storm：
for the Captains of the West had passed the Cross…roads and set flames in the deadly fields of Imlad
Morgul。
So the desperate journey went on； as the Ring went south and the banners of the kings rode
north。 For the hobbits each day； each mile。 was more bitter than the one before； as their strength
lessened and the land became more evil。 They met no enemies by day。 At times by night； as they
cowered or drowsed uneasily in some hiding beside the road； they heard cries and the noise of
many feet or the swift passing of some cruelly ridden steed。 But far worse than all such perils was
the ever…approaching threat that beat upon them as they went： the dreadful menace of the Power
that waited； brooding in deep thought and sleepless malice behind the dark veil about its Throne。
Nearer and nearer it drew； looming blacker； like the oning of a wall of night at the last end of
the world。
There came at last a dreadful nightfall； and even as the Captains of the West drew near to the
end of the living lands； the two wanderers came to an hour of blank despair。 Four days had passed
since they had escaped from the orcs； but the time lay behind them like an ever…darkening dream。
All this last day Frodo had not spoken； but had walked half…bowed； often stumbling； as if his eyes
no longer saw the way before his feet。 Sam guessed that among all their pains he bore the worst； the
growing weight of the Ring； a burden on the body and a torment to his mind。 Anxiously Sam had
noted how his master's left hand would often be raised as if to ward on a blow； or to screen his
shrinking eyes from a dreadful Eye that sought to look in them。 And sometimes his right hand
would creep to his breast； clutching； and then slowly； as the will recovered mastery； it would be
withdrawn。
Now as the blackness of night returned Frodo sat； his head between his knees； his arms hanging
wearily to the ground where his hands lay feebly twitching。 Sam watched him； till night covered
them both and hid them from one another。 He could no longer find any words to say； and he turned
to his own dark thoughts。 As for himself； though weary and under a shadow of fear； he still had
some strength left。 The _lembas_ had a virtue without which they would long ago have lain down
to die。 It did not satisfy desire； and at times Sam's mind was filled with the memories of food； and
the longing for simple bread and meats。 And yet this waybread of the Elves had a potency that
increased as travellers relied on it alone and did not mingle it with other foods。 It fed the will； and it
gave strength to endure； and to master sinew and limb beyond the measure of mortal kind。 But now
a new decision must be made。 They could not follow this road any longer； for it went on eastward
into the great Shadow； but the Mountain now loomed upon their right； almost due south； and they
must turn towards it。 Yet still before it there stretched a wide region of fuming； barren； ash…ridden
land。
'Water； water！' muttered Sam。 He had stinted himself； and in his parched mouth his tongue
seemed thick and swollen； but for all his care they now had very little left； perhaps half his bottle；
and maybe there were still days to go。 All would long ago have been spent； if they had not dared to
follow the orc…road。 For at long intervals on that highway cisterns had been built for the use of
troops sent in haste through the waterless regions。 In one Sam had found some water left； stale；
muddied by the orcs； but still sufficient for their desperate case。 Yet that was now a day ago。 There
was no hope of any more。
At last wearied with his cares Sam drowsed； leaving the morrow till it came； he could do no
more。 Dream and waking mingled uneasily。 He saw lights like gloating yes； and dark creeping
shapes； and he heard noises as of wild beasts or the dreadful cries of tortured things； and he would
start up to find the world all dark and only empty blackness all about him。 Once only； as he stood
and stared wildly round； did it seem that； though now awake； he could still see pale lights like eyes；
but soon they flickered and vanished。
The hateful night passed slowly and reluctantly。 Such daylight as followed was dim； for here as
the Mountain drew near the air was ever mirky； while out from the Dark Tower there crept the veils
of Shadow that Sauron wove about himself。 Frodo was lying on his back not moving。 Sam stood
beside him； reluctant to speak； and yet knowing that the word now lay with him： he must set his
master's will to work for another effort。 At length； stooping and caressing Frodo's brow； he spoke in
his ear。
'Wake up； Master！' he said。 'Time for another start。'
As if roused by a sudden bell； Frodo rose quickly； and stood up and looked away southwards；
but when his eyes beheld the Mountain and the desert he quailed again。
'I can't manage it； Sam；' he said。 'It is such a weight to carry； such a weight。'
Sam knew before he spoke； that it was vain； and that such words might do more harm than good；
but in his pity he could not keep silent。 'Then let me carry it a bit for you； Master；' he said。 'You
know I would； and gladly； as long as I have any strength。'
A wild light came into Frodo's eyes。 'Stand away！ Don't touch me！' he cried。 'It is mine； I say。 Be
off！' His hand strayed to his sword…hilt。 But then quickly his voice changed。 'No； no； Sam；' he said
sadly。 'But you must understand。 It is my burden； and no one else can bear it。 It is too late now；
Sam dear。 You can't help me in that way again。 I am almost in its power now。 I could not give it up；
and if you tried to take it I should go mad。'
Sam nodded。 'I understand；' he said。 'But I've been thinking； Mr。 Frodo； there's other things we
might do without。 Why not lighten the load a bit？ We're going that way now； as straight as we can
make it。' He pointed to the Mountain。 'It's no good taking anything we're not sure to need。'
Frodo looked again towards the Mountain。 'No；' he said； 'we shan't need much on that road。 And
at its end nothing。' Picking up his orc…shield he flung it away and threw his helmet after it。 Then
pulling off the grey cloak he undid the heavy belt and let it fall to the ground； and the sheathed
sword with it。 The shreds of the black cloak he tore off and scattered。
'There； I'll be an orc no more；' he cried； 'and I'll bear no weapon fair or foul。 Let them take me； if
they will！'
Sam did likewise； and put aside his orc…gear； and he took out all the things in his pack。
Somehow each of them had bee dear to him； if only because he had borne them so far with so
much toil。 Hardest of all it was to part with his cooking…gear。 Tears welled in his eyes at the
thought of casting it away。
'Do you remember that bit of rabbit； Mr。 Frodo？' he said。 'And our place under the warm bank in
Captain Faramir's country； the day I saw an oliphaunt？'
'No； I am afraid not； Sam；' said Frodo。 'At least； I know that such things happened； but I cannot
see them。 No taste of food； no feel of water； no sound of wind； no memory of tree or grass or
flower； no image of moon or star are left to me。 I am naked in the dark。 Sam； and there is no veil
between me and the wheel of fire。 I begin to see it even with my waking eyes； and all else fades。'
Sam went to him and kissed his hand。 'Then the sooner we're rid of it； the sooner to rest；' he said
haltingly； finding no better words to say。 'Talking won't mend nothing；' he muttered to himself； as
he gathered up all the things that they had chosen to cast away。 He was not willing to leave them
lying open in the wilderness for any eyes to see。 'Stinker picked up that orc…shirt； seemingly； and he
isn't going to add a sword to it。 His hands are bad enough when empty。 And he isn't going to mess
with my pans！' With that he carried all the gear away to one of the many gaping fissures that scored
the land and threw them in。 The clatter of his precious pans as they fell down into the dark was like
a death…knell to his heart。
He came back to Frodo； and then of his elven…rope he cut a short piece to serve his master as a
girdle and bind the grey cloak close about his waist。 The rest he carefully coiled and put back in his
pack。 Beside that he kept only the remnants of their waybread and the water…bottle； and Sting still
hanging by his belt； and hidden away in a pocket of his tunic next his breast the phial of Galadriel
and the little box that she gave him for his own。
Now at last they turned their faces to the Mountain and set out； thinking no more of concealment；
bending their weariness and failing wills only to the one task of going on。 In the dimness of its
dreary day few things even in that land of vigilance could have espied them； save from close at
hand。 Of all the slaves of the Dark Lord； only the Nazg？l could have warned him of the peril that
crept； small but indomitable； into the very heart of his gua